Hey readers! Sorry this took a little longer than usual to get up...it was supposed to go up last night but then Darren had to go and be King Troll and ruin any and all concentration I had. I know we don't all love OCs having a huge storyline...but Hayden is important, and I think you'll like where she takes the story. Anywho..enjoy :)

Chapter 5

"GET UP!" Kurt hit Blaine's stomach with a pillow from the couch, "GET UP!"

Blaine rolled over and buried himself in the cushions, "No."

"Blaine Anderson, if you don't get up right now I'm going to sit on you," Kurt warned, glaring down at the boy.

Blaine opened one of his eyes and fished for his cell phone, "Kurt, it is 7:30 in the morning, let me sleep, man!"

Kurt launched himself onto Blaine's back, "Get up! Get up! Get up!" Kurt started bouncing on Blaine's back, causing him to groan in frustration, "Are you awake yet?"

Blaine rolled over, throwing Kurt off balance, "What is so important that I can't sleep to a decent hour like 1?"

Kurt grinned, "We still need to put our bed together. Plus, you slept all day yesterday and now it's time to get work done."

Blaine grabbed his stomach and faked a grimace, "My stomach hurts so much, Kurt! I think I'm going to throw up!"

Kurt raised an eyebrow and looked at Blaine, "Still that bad?"

"Go on without me!"

"Blaine, I swear to god, if you don't get up in five minutes I'm pouring cold water on you," Kurt remarked over his shoulder as he walked towards the kitchen, "Frozen waffles or cereal?"

"Both," Blaine called before padding his way to the bathroom, "I'm hungry and that soup last night didn't fill me up."

Kurt pulled out their secondhand toaster, "That's because it wasn't soup, it was kindergarten paste."

Blaine quickly went to the bathroom and washed his face and hands, "Hey, it was good!"

"You are both crazy," Kurt called as he pulled out his whole grain generic cereal, "and obviously have no taste buds."

Blaine pulled his waffle out of the toaster, "Fuck! That's hot!" he juggled it back to the table where he piled butter and syrup on top, "You are one to talk, you eat that cereal made of sticks and gravel."

"It is good for me," Kurt said indignantly, choking down another bite, "It has lots of fiber and vitamins and minerals and stuff."

"This tastes good," Blaine said as if that was the only thing that mattered.

"You will also have a heart attack by the age of thirty," Kurt commented, "And I will be strong at age ninety." At first he was just trying to be mean, but then Kurt realized what he said, "Oh my god. You have got to stop eating like that."

"Why?" Blaine asked, oblivious to the last few things Kurt said.

"I want to spend my life with you, not the next ten years!" Kurt looked frantic.

"Kurt, we're nineteen, not forty, besides, I work out." Blaine looked at the leftover syrup on his plate, "can I lick this up…or would that annoy you?"

"No. Do not lick it up," Kurt sounded angry so Blaine put his dish in the sink.

"So what are we doing today?" Blaine put his feet up on the table, "Hanging out, maxing relaxing all cool?"

"We are putting our bed together, and then our bedroom. We've been here a week and we've just been goofing off the entire time. We need a bedroom. We need some semblance of normalcy. I've got work today for the matinee Wicked, but before I leave we will have this bed together. Correct?"

Blaine's private school training kicked in, "Correct, sir."

Kurt finished his cereal and rinsed his bowl out, "Are you going to wash this plate or wait until it attracts more roaches?"

Blaine looked guilty so he walked over and washed his plate carefully until it squeaked, "Happy?"

"Ecstatic."

It only took Blaine an hour to put the bed together. Unfortunately, it was bigger than either boy realized. It was queen sized and had a headboard and footboard that Kurt called "practical and chic" and Blaine just thought would get in the way. But it was Kurt's birthday present, so he kept quiet.

Once they had the mattress and the bed together and in the correct place, Kurt looked around at the boxes, "Remember when I sent you for sheets?"

Blaine got excited remembering his shopping adventure in Bed, Bath and Beyond, "Yes! I got us awesome sheets!"

Kurt smiled, "You got the ones I sent you for…right?"

Blaine looked guilty, "Well, there were cheaper ones that were cooler, so no…"

"I knew I should have checked the bag when you were so quick to throw them in the box," Kurt eyed the box behind Blaine, "Let me see them."

Blaine backed up, "No, no. We could just go pick some new sheets up…I still have a few dollars left from the money my grandfather gave me."

Kurt walked forward, eying Blaine suspiciously, "We aren't wasting any more money. Let. Me. See. Them." Kurt pounced forward.

Blaine squealed and ran across the room, "You'll love them! They are so cool!"

"They why are you terrified?" Kurt asked, sorting through the box.

"Because they are more my style than yours…"

Panic passed over Kurt's face again, "Oh dear lord what did you do?"

Blaine crossed the room in two steps and pulled the sheets out of another box, "Look! Aren't they awesome?"

Kurt looked at the sheets, "How in the world did you find queen size Lightening McQueen sheets?"

"I thought it would be funny because you like Alexander McQueen…so we could just tell people what have McQueen sheets and no one would have to know we meant a Disney character!" Blaine's smile was so earnest and he had transformed into the puppy that Kurt loved so much. "I forgot just how much I loved these!"

Kurt looked at the garish car printed all over the sheets, he hated to break Blaine's heart like this, " Baby, we can't sleep on children's sheets."

Blaine pouted, "Please?"

Kurt felt his resolve falter a little, "No."

Blaine got down on his knees and opened the sheets, putting them over his head. "Please don't desert me, Kurt. Don't you love me? I need you, Kurt!" Blaine asked in his best Lightening McQueen voice, "Please don't leave me! I can't go to the local Goodwill, they will let the moths get me!"

Kurt chewed on the side of his mouth and rolled his eyes, "You are seriously twelve." He stared at the sheets draped over Blaine, "Fine. Help me put them on. At least they will be mostly covered by the duvet, which I picked out, so it is actually awesome."

Blaine jumped up and down, hugging the sheets to himself, "Great! Because I totally got us a surprise! Because I knew you'd love the sheets once you gave them a chance!"

Kurt wasn't so sure he wanted this surprise. "Okay?"

Blaine went to the far corner of the room and dug through a box Kurt had never noticed before and pulled out two fluffy red pillows, "Matching pillows!"

Kurt stared at the car shaped red pillows and immediately felt like he wanted to cry, "Please tell me you bought normal pillows too?"

Blaine scoffed, "of course I did! These are just for decoration! And snuggle time."

"I'd hope you'd have snuggle time with me," Kurt said sadly, "but if you'd prefer some pillow…"

Blaine pulled Kurt in close, placing a soft kiss on his pouting lip, "I'd choose you over a hundred stuffed pillows. Even if they were transformer shaped."

Kurt supposed this was the ultimate compliment from Blaine so he grinned, "But not right now. We have a room to decorate and I need to get my uniform on."

Blaine picked up the lamps, "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel wearing a uniform? I never thought I'd see the day."

In another two hours, the room was complete, and Kurt had to say he approved of everything, even the pillows. They were so Blaine that he had to love them.

Kurt put on his uniform, a black suit with a green vest and smiled at Blaine, "Do I look okay?"

"Positively Ozmopolitan."

Kurt hit him with his bag, "Laugh all you want, but I'm getting paid to see Wicked, and you will be here all alone."

"Actually I thought about writing some songs or calling Hayden to grab some tea at this place she knows," Blaine pulled on a pair of impossibly tight jeans and a blue polo, "Right now I'm leaning towards tea."

Kurt faked a giant sniff, "I do believe I'm being replaced by my flighty boss."

Blaine kissed Kurt's temple, "Never."

Kurt walked towards the subway station, a skip in his step. He loved Wicked, and couldn't wait to see it on a daily basis.

The ride to the Gershwin Theater was boring and full, so he had to stand. Kurt always felt off balance when he stood on the subway, and now he didn't even have Blaine to hold onto.

When Kurt got to the Gershwin, he wasn't even given instructions. They told him he'd be pointing people in the right direction, which was usually up the escalators, and he had to look for suspicious activities.

When the show began he was allowed to slip in and watch it from the back, and he was amazed. He'd seen Wicked a few times, but he'd never seen it with these actresses and he found himself enjoying it more than he usually did. He was angry when people would attempt to leave and he'd have to miss crucial scenes to tell them to sit down. He was especially angry when he had to leave during the cornfield scene when Glinda and Elphaba fought because a woman needed to use the bathroom immediately. But, he figured he had many more opportunities to see the show.

After he was done, he realized that he had a few hours to kill before he had to be back to usher the night show, and he had no idea what to do. He stepped out of the east exit of the Gershwin, and decided to kill some time in a Starbucks.

However, when he stepped out he ran almost headlong into Bryce, who appeared to be standing outside waiting for something, "Hey Bryce! What are you doing here?"

The boy's eyes were red and he looked incredibly upset, "I just fucked up an audition, big time."

Kurt started walking with Bryce, "Aren't you already in a show?"

He nodded, "Yeah, but this was going to be a big show. Something I could really be proud of, you know? Something that my parents would come see."

Kurt immediately felt a rush of sadness for the boy, "Hey now, I'm sure the show you're working on will be just as good."

"Yeah, I don't know, I just…I want this so much, you know? I've put everything on hold. I broke up with my boyfriend, I dropped out of college, I left my hometown, I got rid of everything and everyone that held me back. It was supposed to be easy after that."

Kurt's heart skipped a beat when Bryce mentioned a boyfriend. "Well, I'm sure your hard work will pay off?"

"Yeah. I work at a diner four days a week where I'm not anyone's favorite waiter. Even Blaine already has a small fan club, including the other workers. He's been there a week! I've been here forever and it just doesn't seem to be getting easier." Bryce looked incredibly broken to Kurt.

Kurt understood what Bryce was feeling, "Come on, let's go have coffee or something, my treat." He linked his arm with Bryce, trying to soothe him, "You deserve something good today."

Meanwhile, Blaine was walking around the apartment and dusting. He knew he wasn't as tidy as Kurt, but he really didn't want Kurt to think he was a slob. That got boring after twenty minutes, so he decided to call Hayden.

"Blaine! Oh my God, I'm so glad you called!" Hayden's voice sounded harried and upset.

Blaine's heart pounded for the girl, "Is everything okay?"

Hayden seemed to be fighting with herself, "Do you want to grab some tea?"

"Of course, I actually called you because I was bored." Blaine remarked, fixing his hair in the mirror.

"Good, I'll be there in ten minutes," Hayden all but yelled before hanging up.

Blaine started to worry. First, Hayden didn't sound well. Second, there was no way a subway could get her to the East Village in ten minutes.

True to her word though, Hayden pounded on the door ten minutes later, "Hi Blaine!"

Blaine wrapped the small girl in a tight hug, "What is bugging you?"

Blaine saw the veil fall over her eyes, "Tea first. Then we'll talk."

Hayden linked arms with Blaine and they walked three blocks to this little tea shop that reminded Blaine of the coffee house from Ardmore. "How'd you get here so fast?" Blaine asked, remembering her speedy entrance.

"I drove." Hayden shrugged, "I have a car and insurance, so why not drive it? I usually walk, bike, or take the subway because it is more ecological, but I needed to get out of my apartment." They both ordered their tea and Hayden slapped Blaine's hand away, "I've got it, dummy."

Blaine smiled at the memory that flashed through his head. "Where exactly do you live?" Blaine felt an immediate connection with this girl, but realized he knew nothing about her life.

She looked up, "Oh, you know. Perry Street."

Blaine almost choked on his tea, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah…" She trailed off.

Blaine couldn't help himself, "Okay. I have to know. You are twenty-one years old. You own a boutique on 5th Avenue, you have an apartment on one of the most expensive streets, you have a car and insurance, how are you doing? Where did I go wrong?"

Hayden's eyes grew big, "Blaine…I…" Her eyes started watering and she looked away.

Blaine immediately grabbed her hand, "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

She shook her head, "No, no. It's not that. It's just…I don't really have people to talk to like this. Most people just think I'm flighty and think I'm in tons of debt and just a complete lost cause. To actually have someone who cares is nice."

Blaine moves his chair around the Hayden, "Hey, what's going on?" He doesn't want to pry anymore, but he now realizes that Hayden doesn't have too many people to rely on.

Hayden takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, "The reason I have all of those things…is because my parents are dead and I got all of their money…plus a settlement. The house is the one I grew up in."

Blaine didn't quite understand, "So you grew up here and inherited the house. That I understand. But a settlement?"

He regretted asking further questions because she teared up again, "My parents both worked as CEOs at a big company. They died about eleven years ago. When they died my grandparents sold the company and put all of the money in bank for me. Then about three years ago my grandfather died from lung cancer. My grandmother died about six months ago. I was the only heir, so I got everything of theirs too."

Blaine didn't want to ask her about any more details, these seemed tough enough, "Your parents died when you were still in elementary school? That must have been so hard."

She nodded, "Yeah. I have no family anymore. I never knew my mom's family. They are from Eastern Kentucky and she left when she was eighteen and never spoke to them again. All I know is that my mom had a twin sister." She whispered the words, "It's incredible how alone that makes you feel."

"Well, you can be part of my family. I have two grandparents who would love to spend every waking moment with Kurt and me. Plus, Kurt and I can be your brothers?" Blaine wrapped an arm around the girl. "You're a beautiful girl and you'll find a guy who you can make your own little family with, who will love you."

She let out a little laugh, "Doubt it."

Blaine put a hand under her chin, "I don't."

She looked into his eyes, "Blaine…if I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone, even Kurt?"

"That's a tall order, I try to tell Kurt everything. But I will try, you need someone to talk to," Blaine turned his entire body towards the girl.

"I've never told anyone…and I wasn't even sure until a few months ago. But I'm positive, like, 100% positive," she paused and looked at Blaine again, "Blaine…I'm a lesbian. And no one knows, because I can't help but think my parents are looking down on me and so disappointed."

Blaine wondered why he hadn't seen this coming. "Oh. Okay. Honey, I'm sure your parents would love the person you are. You have a successful boutique and you're making it your way. The only thing they would have to be upset about is the fact that you aren't happy."

"That thought crossed my mind, which is why I have a date tonight. With a girl." Hayden grinned, "She's beautiful. And funny. And talented."

Blaine's heart melts at the way her face lights up, "Go on."

A light blush colors her face, "She's a lounge singer at this jazz club I go to. I've talked to her a few times and the other day she asked me when I was going to ask her out. So I did. And here we are. I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do."

Blaine leaned forward, "Have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Sort of. I mean, I've been on dates, but nothing serious. She's going to hate me. She's going to think I'm the biggest mess of a person…." She seemed like she could go on forever, but Blaine stopped her.

"Did Kurt ever tell you how much I messed up courting him?" Blaine laughed, "If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. You will work through everything and anything." He laughed again, "I actually sang a love song to another boy in front of Kurt, and we're still together."

Hayden gaped at the boy, "Wow. You're cute, but I don't know if you're that cute."

"I'm flattered."

Hayden looked uncomfortable in an instant, "Can you help me? I don't usually dress up and I want to look good for her…"

"I'll tell you what," Blaine thought for a moment, "Tell her to pick you up at our apartment. We'll have a fun day so you're calm for your date and I can help you."

She looks at Blaine with a loving look, "Blaine Anderson, I've known you less than twenty-four hours, and already you are the best friend I've ever had."

"I tend to have that effect on people."

She slapped his arm and excused herself to call her date. "Hey! It's Hayden. Is there any way you can pick me up at Kurt and Blaine's apartment." She listened for a minute, "Yeah, they are my friends."

Blaine amused himself with a packet of sugar so that he wouldn't be tempted to listen to the phone call, but knew that everything was a go when Hayden came back with a huge smile on her face, "She said she would! She actually seemed happy to not have to go all the way over to the Lower East Side."

"See? Perfect." Blaine stood, "Ready to go back to the palace of Kurt and Blaine?"

"If that's what you want to call it," Hayden remarked.

Blaine wrapped an arm around her again, "You, my friend, are far too snarky for your own good."

"I'm not crazy all of the time, just occasionally, when I'm feeling creative." She conceded, "Okay, usually."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, occasionally stopping so Hayden could examine a flower or a bug. They passed some street performers and danced, Blaine spinning Hayden until she was dizzy. He tried everything he could to keep her from being nervous.

"I have to stop in my car to get my bag of clothes," Hayden walked over to a newer, shiny car.

"Did you expect me to invite you?" Blaine tried to act angry.

"I hoped."

They spent the day jumping on the bed, Hayden approved of the sheets, and watching several Pixar Movies, including their favorite, Finding Nemo.

By the time Hayden was ready for her date, she was completely calm and ready. She dressed in a black dress with a cutout neck and gems around the neckline. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and she had just a little makeup on. Blaine thought she looked beautiful.

She only started to feel nauseous again when the doorbell rang, "That's her!" her face was a mixture of terror and excitement.

"I will answer the door for you," Blaine offered.

"WOULD YOU?" She sat down on the couch and waited patiently.

Blaine calmed himself and walked over to the door, ready to invite this girl in for an interrogation. When he opened the door, however, that all changed. He took in her short red dress and curled black hair. Standing in front of him was none other than Santana Lopez.

"What's up hobbit?"

Also, how do we feel about smut? Yay or nay? Lemme know in the comments!